All Chapters of The Billionaire Trap : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Zack's POVShe groaned hungrily with my dick in her mouth, devouring every inch satisfyingly. I felt it, all the tension, all the passion and frustration compressed in her guts, yearning out the disastrous envy of being mine again. She started slow and soft, caressing the tip with her tongue, showering shivers through my spine. She knew what she was doing, and she loved doing it. Taking in only the tip, slowly with hot pressure from her mouth before engulfing the rest of me. Ecstasy ran through my veins as I cummed in her mouth. She swallowed, every bit, every drop. She wasn't like the usual soft and passionate Sophia, she was hungry, the devil lying in her eyes, craving and claiming me as her property, exciting me more again. I had to stop, I had to let go of these thoughts and this sinful desire. But I couldn't.... I was too weak, too high, and drunk in love for this. We had to consume this love, this burning fire, these dark thoughts. I should tell her about the marriage,.... but

Sophia's POV The grand chandelier flickered with a strange kind of coldness that night. It lit the parlor like a stage, a cruel stage, and I sat there, straight-backed and silent, next to Zack with my fingers interlaced tightly in my lap so no one would see them shake. The room smelled of fake, old money, and silent tension. Mr. Holmes was standing by the fireplace, a glass of Johnny Walker in hand, posture strong and polished like always—his words always heavy before they even left his mouth."I wanted us all here tonight," he began, eyeing each one of us, his gaze pausing just long enough on Zack, then Alex, then me. "Because it's time we stop dragging this family into chaos and scandal."Alex leaned back in the velvet armchair, his arm tossed over the side like a bored prince. Leyla sat nearby, legs crossed, her lips forming a faint smirk. Zack didn't move beside me. I didn’t look at him.Mr. Holmes lifted his glass slightly."As of next week, Zack will be engaged to Stacy Balmar,

Zack's POVThe air was dressed in perfume and secrets. Everything about the mansion had been transformed to host what they called a celebration. Fresh lilies lined the walls, tall crystal glasses caught the sunlight pouring through the golden windows, and the soft sound of classical music played in the background as if it could soothe the tension clinging to every corner.I stood near the back of the room, silent in my tailored suit, collar stiff and choking. My hands were folded behind my back. I hadn’t smiled all morning. Not once. The maids kept moving all around, inspecting every inch of the house and killing themselves in the kitchen to satisfy our guests. They did numerous turns in my way, assuring I had all I needed, but I didn’t blink.This wasn’t a wedding. It was a business transaction. Mr. Holmes stood proudly beside me, his hand occasionally clapping my shoulder, nodding to the few guests, toasting glasses and future profits, I was his oldest son after all. I nodded when I

Leyla’s POVThe mansion was too quiet.I sat on the velvet couch in the far corner of the living room, legs curled beneath me, cigarette burning slowly between my fingers. The golden sunlight filtered through the tall windows, painting everything in amber—too beautiful for the thoughts I was having.Sophia.She was the last thread holding dreams and visions hostage, and I wanted to rip it.I’d watched her pretend for too long. Pretend to be the victim. Pretend to be fragile. Pretend to be pure. But she was the center of this chaos, and I wanted her gone.Alex was worshipping and adoring me as always. The more he drank, the more he sank under my dominance. I have no fear regarding his faithfulness and desires, they're mine and mine only. But I won't achieve much if I stay in this mistress position. The house is slowly getting too crowded, and I can't predict Mr Holmes' next moves, and Mrs Holmes didn't help my case. I had to get rid of her and that soft silence she wore like a crown on

Zack’s POVShe stood there, against the stone railing of the balcony, looking like something the night was trying to keep for itself. Hair tangled from the breeze. Eyes hollow from too many storms. I had never seen Sophia like this. Not even the day she first stepped into this house. She was no longer porcelain. She was worn marble. Beautiful and cracking. She was trying to break out of her fragile shield and stand against the most inconsiderate person I'd ever seen. Glorious actions, strong ones, she should be proud of, but unfortunately, the wrong adversary. And it was my fault.I didn’t know what I would say when I stepped out here. I only knew that I couldn't stay inside when she left the hall with those eyes, ready to pierce me and kick me out of her existence for good. She was boiling with rage. I couldn't breathe seeing her walk away like that. But now that we were alone, words felt like sharp glass lodged in my throat."Sophia," I breathed. She had told me to go back inside t